I’m sorry
I’m sorry that I was not stronger,
I hope that you will forgive me that I ran,
That soon, regardless I will have run again,
Because though I have changed,
I am not strong enough.
I have to leave again,
Because in most things I’m as strong as steel,
In this I am as weak as fragile crystal,
Because that is what you make me.
I have only loved two people in my life,
That will never change,
But everything else does change,
And you have moved from me.
I do not begrudge you that,
I would have been surprised if you had waited,
So I’m not surprised,
But that doesn’t explain why I have to leave.
This is hard.
I have to leave because I still love you,
Because I’m not in a place where I can see you with anyone else.
And I don’t know if I ever will be.
It’s not that I want anything from you,
It’s just that after everything,
I though you deserved some truth.
I never thought I could be as happy as I was with you,
Goodnight and goodbye my love.
Doesn't ask....
......but does compliment: GC, you are pretty much our Poet Lauriet (sp?) here, and this is a great example why.
The Truth
I am covered in the past my love,
I know your happy now and that’s all I ever wanted,
I am sad, it’s true,
That I could not be the one to make you happy.
All my life I have fought,
With word, steel and thought,
But now I learn finally the utmost lesson of surrender.
I carry on without you,
Because that’s what I earn.
I stripped off my past and sought you,
Yet you, it seems I can no longer have,
You have walked away from what we were,
But you were not the first.
I am free finally now,
To explain, in full, and I think this is what it’s all about,
I never stopped loving you, I never will,
I ask nothing, because I deserve nothing,
But you deserve the truth.
So here is the truth,
I only ever wanted to start a new life with the woman I love,
But she asked about the past, and I couldn’t deal,
Because I had yet to fully keep it at bay.
I pushed her away.
There was that and the fact,
That I am and always will be ill of something,
And though I am not frightened of death,
I was frightened to force you to bury me.
Better that you hate me.
Finally, I knew this day would come,
I knew that you would look at me closely,
And find that, which I have hidden,
That I would give up everything if you asked it,
And now that I have, I’m just a man,
Now you can see all my flaws.
And you see all of me,
I am never as good as you made me,
But damn it all to hell, I wanted to be. I really did.
'The Truth' reminds me of one of my favourite poems, 'Remember' by Christina Rossetti. I know that technically they're vry diferent, but the sentiment behind it seems quite similar, and the quality of writing.